I think it could have been all three: boring, self “contaminated”, egocentric flakes who loved to pretend they were capable of having a dialogue with any and all unfortunate folks who happened to cross their paths.

Joan died going to a questionable doctor, wearing her jewelry, advertised on QVC.

WTF? With all her money?

Henry? I really lost track of him, but he could be alive, having survived the Watergate era, and Tricky Dick.

No one could really understand a word of what he said, but from what I hear, he was a stud muffin.

Chicken Butt? Some say she is still alive, but it is doubtful.

She has been seen in the neighborhood bars, masquerading as a living human being.

Earlier today, she was spotted eating Cuban Flatbread and drinking beer, before moving to another establishment, where she guzzled more beer and greeted everyone who entered.

Yes, she said; Can we talk?

Since no one responded, she is home now.

Sobering up, eating apple dumplings, and pretzels stuffed with peanut butter, as she waits for the severe storm to rip her a new one.

Once again, living the dream, in her pjs before the clock strikes 7pm.